don't look at me omg i dunno how to write porn so here you go
day twenty: own kink (skipping ahead because yes)
[giddy up.]
Akashi is willing to overlook the minutia, but Furihata should know by now that if there's only one thing that Akashi would never disregard, it's this. Stunned, he presses his knees further into the dip of the mattress, spine sharp and curving. There's this lovely arch that Akashi traces with a cold, smooth finger, and Furihata's whimper turns into something even more unintelligible.
"I'm impressed," Akashi remarks, savoring the pale expanse of skin at the tip of his hands. His touch is fleeting but fond; the more he lets his palms roam Furihata's shoulders, waist, limbs, thighs-the more difficult it is for Furihata to resist leaning in.
He doesn't need to do much. Akashi's pulling on the reins occasionally, and Furihata's body submits to the weak force. What concerns him the most is the ball gag that delves deeper into the cavern of his mouth. Furihata's a little embarrassed at the thought of his saliva dribbling down his chin and onto the mattress, which creaks when Akashi shifts and transfers the reins into his other hand.
It's funny, though-Furihata leisurely drags his tongue around the gag, traces its contours, and wishes for it to suffocate him, to colonize his throat until it's too raw, to make his voice so hoarse that when he screams it's out of animalistic fashion. While Akashi bids his time to build up the momentum, Furihata is left with his own devices. Rutting is already out of the question; he would still want to be praised by Akashi for what little self-restraint he still has.
"Good boy." Akashi hovers over his exposed back, brushing his lips against his neck and moving up to the shell of his ear to languidly lick and provide a bit of warmth. "You've been doing well so far," Akashi exhales, tugging on the reins to sharpen Furihata's curvature.
When encouragement equates to arousal, Furihata can sense his cock straining more against his stomach, painting pre-cum all over skin that already has a clear sheen of sweat. He tries to thrust forward-any friction would do, because he's so close except he's not quite there yet.
Akashi moves behind him and caresses his thighs. Sometimes, he teases by 'accidentally' touching Furihata's groin, and Furihata's breaths only become more erratic. He leans into Akashi's fingers, wanting for them to wrap around his cock and milk him dry, to travel along his slit with scraping nails, to cup his balls and hold them almost painfully, to prod inside of him with reckless abandon.
"Patience, love," Akashi is red-faced and hard when he peppers kisses along Furihata's back, pausing along the crease of his ass but obviously on the brink of giving in. Akashi experimentally bites the left cheek, and he suppresses a pleased sound in the back of his throat when Furihata gasps and falls forward. He tightens the reins around his right hand and uses the other to press on Furihata's ass.
Akashi's tongue darts out to wet his lips. "It's inviting me, Kouki," he says almost breathlessly, bending so he can eye the twitching hole more carefully. It's pink and begging to be filled. "Should I taste it?"
Furihata only lifts his hips and spreads his legs in response, already unable to form coherent statements with the obtrusive gag and the heat pooling at the base of his stomach.
Akashi is swift when he tugs on the leather reins and relishes in the tightness of Furihata's hole. Furihata gasps, broken, and instinctively clenches his muscles. The sensation of having a careful finger crooked up in him is different altogether—when Akashi swipes his tongue across his entrance, Furihata decides that he wouldn't want to trade the slickness and heat for anything else. Akashi attempts to force his way deeper, and when he curves the tip of his tongue upward, Furihata arches on his own accord. Akashi has to increase his grip on the reins.
For a moment, Akashi disconnects from Furihata and touches his fingers to his lips, breaking a thin line of saliva originating from Furihata's insides.
Furihata nearly collapses, his cheeks inflamed and his cock still dripping and neglected.
"It's time for your dues," Akashi says, his voice already laced with primal need. He flips Furihata on his back and expresses his satisfaction upon seeing Furihata's pert nipples, heavy-lidded eyes, accommodating mouth, and fully-erect manhood. Even Furihata's legs are trembling from the desire to be taken. He unconsciously rubs his backside on the sheets, wanting something, anything to breach his defenses and instigate his much-awaited release.
Akashi hums while working to remove the straps. He doesn't bother to hide his sounds of pleasure when he ruts against Furihata's thigh.
"Look. . .look at you," he smiles, crawling like a predator with a damp forehead and the resolve to make Furihata crumble. "I should take you horseback-riding sometime. Perhaps you'll think of this when you mount the stallion I've been meaning to show you."
The ball gag finally rolls away from Furihata's mouth when Akashi loosens the straps. Furihata heaves, squirming beneath Akashi as he undulates his hips to find a suitable pressure.
"Then teach me," Furihata says, still panting. Akashi lets the reins fall to Furihata's sides, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise and excitement.
"Oh?"
Furihata offers a smile of his own, mind still hazy from his drive. He props himself up on his elbows and wraps his legs around Akashi, crossing his ankles for leverage.
There's no time for Akashi to react when Furihata switches their positions. Both of Furihata's knees are framing Akashi's hips, and Furihata situates his palms on Akashi's firm abdomen. He indulges in rolling his hips once to share his precum with Akashi's cock.
It's not enough to relieve the both of them, anyway.
Furihata's gaze is sultry when he brings his fingers to his mouth, generously lapping up the sweat on his own skin. When he deems the wetness on his fingertips enough, he reaches back into his hole and positions himself over Akashi's nether regions. His moans are unrestricted when he pumps his fingers through himself, his dick slapping against his stomach and smearing it with his pre-cum.
Akashi's breath hitches when Furihata slowly, agonizingly lowers himself.
"Teach me, Sei. . .teach me how to ride."